The swinging of fists
In the cold, pouring rain
Making a point
Through the dealing of pain
And yet saying nothing
There’s nothing resolved
Disagreement defeated
Both parties involved
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The swinging of fists
In the cold, pouring rain
Making a point
Through the dealing of pain
And yet saying nothing
There’s nothing resolved
Disagreement defeated
Both parties involved